Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 231 Time Converter

No matter how disturbed the wizarding world was, life in the school had to go on.

Al was very dissatisfied with this.

It wants the students to go on vacation, to go home and stay inside.

Because ever since Hagrid used Niffler as a teaching material, there were always students who would try to get in touch with Al in those ways.

Al doesn't like brushes at all!I don't even like digging holes in the grass!
It does like shiny things - such as gold, but why don't people give it gold!

But that doesn't make students give up.Hagrid repeatedly emphasized that maybe their method was wrong, and that's what you should do when taking care of Niffler—use shiny objects to seduce it, and then you can easily grab it, and you can knead it as you want.

Ron took those words to heart.

Office of Ancient Magic.

Ron waved a starry glass ball left and right, dangling it in front of Al.

Al sat behind his desk, staring at him like a fool.

It seemed to Ron that Al was despising himself.

"Why doesn't it work?" He said to himself, "I like it a little bit."

Diandian is the mouse that Toby replaced for Ron, and it has been renamed by Ron.

Al's expression became even more disdainful—to compare it with a mouse?
"ah!"

It flashed its small shovel and chased Ron around, knocking him so loudly.

"focus."

On the sofa on the other side of the office, Toby said, looking Harry in the eyes.

Harry straightened up and sat down immediately, motionless.

He saw Professor Haimer condense a cloud of black smoke from his palm as if by magic, and it looked extremely ominous.

Harry endured the resistance and let the black mist cloud over his head, as if he wanted to drill into the scar on his forehead. The feeling was cold and hard to describe, like a disgusting thorn piercing his head. looking at his head.

Just when Harry was about to vomit, Toby finally took back the black mist.He took out a small bottle, handed it to Harry, and said, "Put it up your nose and smell it for a while, it will make you feel better."

Harry did as quickly as he could, and as soon as the bottle was put under his nose, he smelled a pungent scent, warm and weird, but not so disgusting anymore.

Toby stared at Harry thoughtfully, and after Harry nodded to indicate that he was better, he said in a low voice, "It's not good, Harry. I have no way of knowing what's causing your devil's aggravation at the moment. The scar It should have been a clue, after all, it was left for you by the mysterious man, but you can't see anything yet."

This is a check against Harry's devil out of control incident not long ago.

Ron ran over covering his head and asked, "Then can you cure him, Professor?"

"I'm not sick." Harry said dissatisfiedly, and then asked: "I'm not sick, right, Professor?"

He is also not sure what caused his devil to lose control, and whether it has anything to do with him.

"Not yet." Toby said irresponsibly, "As long as the test doesn't reveal it, of course you're not sick."

He continued to the stunned two: "This is the most wonderful thing about ancient magic, you never know when you will kill yourself-or in other words, you never know when you will become ancient magic. A part of magic, making a great contribution to the wizarding world—isn't it easier to say that?"

Harry and Ron shook their heads silently.

"Ouch!"

"pain!"

Al gave it to each of them with a small shovel, and they immediately covered their heads when they hit it.

"Will I still use it after that, Professor?" Harry asked, rubbing his head.

"Not for the time being." Toby waved his hand and said, "I can't check anything anyway, and it's just a waste of time to come here."

Toby's attitude confuses them.

When he came to the corridor, Ron whispered, "Could it be that Professor Haimer thinks you're hopeless?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Harry worried: "Probably not, the ancient magic that Professor Highmore has studied for so long is still alive and well."

"But we haven't seen his devil yet." Ron said, "It can't be Mr. Al, can it?"

"The color is quite similar." Harry agreed, but he didn't take it seriously. How can there be such a stable devil like Mr. Al?

I've never seen it trying to kill everyone.

Hermione was waiting for them in the common room.She didn't go with her, just look at the pile of homework and reference books in her hand - she really couldn't spare the time.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked in a very bad tone, looking a little anxious.

"It's okay." Harry changed his words: "Professor Highmore said that I don't need to look for him anymore, it should be all right."

"Not bad." Hermione stared straight at a book of "Potions and Potions", and said without turning her head: "Have you seen Mr. Al? Do star planets work?"

"It's not very easy to use." Ron took out the star and threw it: "If it's just shiny, it doesn't seem to be so attractive to Mr. Al—huh? What are you writing?"

Hermione said angrily: "Of course I crossed out the things that are not very useful! I can't hand in the wrong homework for Hagrid! If I knew it, I wouldn't have promised him to observe Mr. Al's affairs— —”

"I told you earlier, but you didn't listen." Ron muttered.

"That's because I was thinking about it—divination class!" Hermione suddenly shouted, causing people around to look over.

Harry couldn't believe what he'd seen - he swears Hermione almost said "damn", and it might have been a worse word.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked in shock.

Hermione slapped the book loudly, stuffed it into her schoolbag indiscriminately, and walked away angrily without looking back, leaving Harry and Ron standing there not knowing what to do, they were all terrified.

To be honest, for a moment, they vaguely saw the shadow of Dean McGonagall on Hermione, and it was a bit like Professor Highmore asking if he had finished his homework.

Hermione was angry for a reason.

She has been very busy recently, very very very busy, so busy that she has to use the time-turner many times a day, for fear of missing any course, even when there is not enough time for homework, she will secretly use it for a while.

In other words, she has been studying for nearly two days recently, but only slept for one night.

There was also a reason why she became so anxious.

time converter.

Dean McGonagall told her clearly at the beginning of school that she must not tell anyone about the Time Converter, and of course Hermione did.Although there were occasional omissions, Harry and Ron really didn't expect this kind of magical magic item to exist. It's just that Hermione became more elusive, or they saw it wrong.

But Hermione couldn't help but worry.

Ministry of Magic.

The Time-Turner was specially approved by the Ministry of Magic, and one could only come after the school applied for it, and it was used for outstanding students in class.

but!

How could Hermione not understand what happened recently?
The Ministry of Magic came close to fighting Hogwarts!

According to the rumors of the senior students, the Aurors were preparing for the battle in Hogsmeade Village, and the formation looked a bit like the goblin rebellion described in "History of Magic".

Who knows if this is true or not.

But Hermione knew that the conflict between the headmaster and Fudge must be real. The two newspapers had quarreled back and forth, and neither of them would give in.

In this way, Hermione could foresee that her Time-Turner would be taken away by the Ministry of Magic at some point.

She has dreamed of this scene many times - Fudge looked at her with a disgusted look, then snatched the Time Converter from her hand, and said to her viciously: "I don't like you Headmaster, give it to me, and I promise it will never appear in Hogwarts again! It will never appear in your hands!"

But Hermione hasn't finished learning arithmetic and divination yet!

There are also Muggle Studies, and other electives.

Hermione didn't even finish her studies!
Is this the first academic year that I am going to fail?

Hermione thought desperately, in order to avoid such an ending, she had worked very hard to preview her homework in advance, each subject was taught faster than the professor, just to pass the exam smoothly even without the Time Turner.

But she still couldn't hold on gradually.

And now it's even worse - instead of studying, she's wandering around the castle with a backpack!
"Miss Granger."

Dean McGonagall suddenly appeared from the corner of the stairs. She pressed Hermione's shoulders so that she would not be so dazed and hit the pillar: "Since when did you stop looking at the road? Forget it, tell me Come."

Looks like it's today.

Hermione followed Dean McGonagall sadly to the Transfiguration professor's office.

As soon as they sat down, Hermione asked pitifully, "Are you going to take the time-turner back?"

Dean McGonagall looked a little surprised. She said, "I mean that. How did you know in advance? Principal Dumbledore found me not long ago, and it's only been less than 10 minutes now."

"because."

Ok?
Hermione blinked.

Headmaster Dumbledore?

Will the Ministry of Magic contact Headmaster Dumbledore specifically?
In these sensitive times?

Shouldn't Dean McGonagall be notified directly.

But no matter who asked, Hermione couldn't refuse.

After handing the Time Converter to Dean McGonagall, Hermione asked with great reluctance, "Will I still have a chance to use it in the future?"

Dean McGonagall checked the time-turner briefly, then looked up at Hermione's ugly complexion, and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Maybe you should go to the school hospital to have a look." She said, "Otherwise, even if there is nothing wrong with the time converter, I have to think about whether I should let you use it again—how many hours have you spent a day?" ?”

How could the Time-Turner go wrong?
Hermione couldn't figure it out.

She obviously used it well and never missed it once.

After Hermione left the office, Dean McGonagall came all the way to the principal's office and handed the Time Converter to Dumbledore who was waiting there.

She seemed hesitant to talk.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked with a smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it. In this period, there is no need for more concealment between us."

Dean McGonagall is an exception at Hogwarts.

She is the only one who knows about the existence of Dumbledore's sister and what happened to Ariana.

This is also related to a fruitless love affair with McGonagall when she was young.

When she learned that the man she liked married a farmer's daughter, she was deeply shocked and saddened by it, crying secretly alone in an empty classroom.

She had just left the Ministry of Magic at the time, and hadn't been at Hogwarts for too long.So few people know that she once had a mutual affection with a Muggle, but then gave up the relationship for some reasons related to the impact of the Statute of Secrecy.

Fortunately, Dumbledore found her in time, comforted Mag for a while, and told Mag about Ariana's story at that time.

The heart-to-heart conversation that night established a relationship of mutual trust between these two reserved, private people, and laid the foundation for their long-lasting mutual respect and friendship.

"I think there should be a lot of people who want to ask you recently, but are afraid to ask this question." McGonagall finally said: "So, how are you, Albus?"

"It's hard to say how good it is." Dumbledore Chen Ken replied: "But it can't be worse, can it?"

McGonagall nodded thoughtfully, and she saw a reassuring look in Dumbledore's eyes, so there should be no problem.

After McGonagall left, Dumbledore began to look carefully at the Time Converter in his hand.

This is the reminder that Toby brought him.

If Kingsley is really Grindelwald's subordinate, is there such a possibility——

In fact, Grindelwald was already ready to deal with Dumbledore long before the start of school this year.

Not just the meeting in Azkaban, but something else.

For example, the Time-Turner that Hogwarts applied to the Ministry of Magic for the summer.

Now that Grindelwald found a way to fix the orb in the Department of Mysteries, influencing a Time-Turner shouldn't be too difficult for him.

The process went unexpectedly smoothly.

The secret is hidden in the hourglass hanging on the golden necklace. There is a layer of silvery fine sand in it, the color is very slight, and even if you look closely, you will not find anything wrong.

But Dumbledore saw it anyway.

Because this is really similar to the blood alliance, they are all small things in glass bottles.

After taking out this layer of silvery fine sand, they immediately melted in Dumbledore's hands, turning into a pool of flowing silvery substance.

This is obviously a memory that was deliberately extracted.

Dumbledore sprinkled the memory into the Pensieve, and watched Grindelwald's figure emerge from it, and the place was still on Nurmengard's broken wooden bed.

This is simply the most simple evidence. As long as Dumbledore handed over this memory to the Ministry of Magic, no one would dare to blatantly deny Dumbledore's statement-Grindelwald did have the ability to recover from Nurmengard. escape.

It seems that even Grindelwald in the memory picture also thought of this.

"Don't be in a hurry to hand me over to those stupid guys." He said in a soft voice, as if he had expected that Dumbledore would watch this memory with his own eyes and talk to him from afar.

"I think they are all wrong, aren't they? In other words, what they think is true now—White Demon King, what a famous name."

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"I wanted to save this matter until the end." Grindelwald continued: "But, I don't think we have enough patience, so I'll just ask you through this memory."

There was a short pause, and then a low voice sounded——

"Albus Dumbledore, did you kill Ariana yourself and then bring her back to life?"

"Perhaps you are familiar with this sentence." Grindelwald whispered: "You are dealing with the devil—"

"Albus Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)